Life — December 22, 1927 — page 23: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Forecast THESE are the pathy we walked Ma i . Your hand held close in mine; Our hearts so light the darkest way Had seemed incarnadine. These were bloom-hidden paths that now Are deep in drifting snow; ‘That seem the rendezvous, somehow, Of all the winds that blow. And you, who have forgot the warm, Sweet things you loved to say, Between May sun and winter storm Have grown as cold as they. but then again! Edward W. Barnard. ‘These are unfriendly days; I know that May will come Recognition “T UNDERSTAND Jones has been given a medal by the for Pharmaceutical Research “Yes, he has invented three types of sandwiches.” \% optimist is a man who reads ¢ the Literary Digest, hoping to find an article which gives only one side of the question. iety new I hear Estelle’s coming-out before last was a huge success. Frances: Rather! party Some of the guests are still out. A Fine Chance a Man Has to Get His Car Into His Garage! Awake betimes, full of high plans to get this 29th and that accomplished, but Lord! I did fall a-reading Arthur Schnitzler’s “Daybreak” after fin- ishing the journals, nor could I stop until I had finished it, neither, and so affected was I by the pace and depth of the agony of the poor devil about whom it was wrote that I did heave up my breakfast, as significant a piece of literary criticism as the book is likely to get, and a far finer com- pliment to the author than it sounds. My stom- ach a staunch but, Lord! my system does resemble the great red team in not be- ing what it used to be. I did read recently that a college professor of my own name has a phobia November one, » nervous which for years has pre- vented him from journey- ing any distance from his house except un der the strictest compul- sion, and I was filled with alarm, for my fears of this and that have so veloped of late that, albeit soever night I can now change a gramophone needle without expecting to swallow it, I still do wonder if thin pieces of ice in a beverage may not be bits of broken crystal, and my terror of trucks five squares away is such that many a driver must have struggled with himself about his duty to drop me at Bellevue instead of at Bonwit Teller’s. As Sam says, the goblins have certainly got me. Merci monde to luncheon, and we did speak of the splendid olden days when the general conception that there was nought to give a man at Christ- mas save handkerchiefs and cravats, but the advertisement writers have done away with that, alas, for now who can read knows such things to give was every woman that there are him as silver flasks, shooting seats, Liberty to- bacco-lighters, and sap- phires, and the information make considerable financial difference toher. Wedid alsoagree thatany per- son overusing the adjective “exqui- site” is likely to mispronounce it. To afternoon to sce for my room, dressing-gowns, golden cat’s-eye 2 decorator’s in the about new hangin 1 after looking at a fine stuffs and planning this and that wsthetic venture with my furniture, I did demand of the amiable woman how she would do room for (Please turn to page array of sales- up a 30) comicbooks.com.